Caged

The thoughts of a caged animal.

My snout. My snout. My snout.
Cold against the wire.
Look out I see some light
Look up…
My fur. My fur. My back.
It itches.
Their hands. Are cold.
They grab and pinch.
Their tools. Shining.
They pinch and sting.
And their words. They spit them out.
They sting and cut.
They burn…and break me down.